March 2022 SOLC–Day 12
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I woke to a world drenched overnight. With the sun hidden behind layered clouds, it felt like a time between. The air clung to the last remnants of rain. Droplets spangled tree branches, glowing silver in the dim light. I could feel the tug of the river, the mist, the layered trees.
So off I went, camera in hand. I wandered from place to place. Stopping when the mood hit me, to walk and soak in the atmosphere. Content to let the morning unfold around me.
At the river winter’s muted palette still reigns. Moody. Mysterious. (Note the eagle in the tallest tree.)
Pools, droplets and puddles caught my eye.
Eagles abounded. Immatures and adults. Far off and nearby. Perched and in flight.
Every where I turned something pulled my attention. I let my focus drift from one thing to another.
I drove to another nearby river, hoping to see the red-winged blackbirds in its adjacent marshes, drawn by the atmosphere. Shapes cloaked and shadowed. Pockets of mist in the distance.
I parked and walked. The landscape stretched out, bleak and empty. Until suddenly it erupted into movement. Then settled again. Like an exhale. Inhale. Exhale.
A dreary morning.
A generous morning.
A morning to wander.
A morning to wonder.
A morning to celebrate.
Nix the comfort zone 
I love this meandering wander you went on this morning….the photos and the words allowed me to join you from my couch!!
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Thanks for joining me!
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What a beautiful morning even in its dress of gray!
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Love “dress of gray”! That gray suited me to a tee and revealed so many subtle beauties.
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So much beauty in your photos. It’s snowy here too and I was lucky enough to see an eagle too. Thank you for sharing the splendor of your morning journey.
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The eagles were very present! It seemed that every time I was focusing on something else, I’d suddenly see another one.
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Incredible photos and word images. I love the puddles and the birds on the wing. It was a pretty harsh day here. Even the dog was questioning our decision to head out in the windy sleet. I like your walk better.
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The puddles fascinate me. I always view them as portals and wonder what would happed if I fell in. And windy sleet–ew!
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I love going with you on these walks. I imagine it was pretty cold, too. Can I use the reflection photo for a poem prompt?
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So glad you came along, Margaret! Feel free to use the photo.
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What a beautiful post. Thank you for letting us wander-wonder right along with you. The imagery you’ve brought is is gorgeous, and it’s a reminder to me that beauty like this is all around me, too – all I have to do is settle myself down long enough to notice…
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Outdoors wandering is definitely my version of a reset button!
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What gorgeous photos! And your word choice perfectly complemented them. You took what most would have seen as a grey, boring day and turned it into beauty.
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Thanks! I love the moody feel of grey, misty days.
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So beautiful–thanks for taking me on this walk with you. What an opening, “With the sun hidden behind layered clouds, it felt like a time between. The air clung to the last remnants of rain. Droplets spangled tree branches, glowing silver in the dim light. I could feel the tug of the river, the mist, the layered trees.” I was there! What a wondrous way to spend Saturday morning.
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Thanks, Kim. Saturday morning was the highlight of my weekend!
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